A Passage West
I was grateful to read Kathryn Schulz’s enthusiastic review of Rachel Cockerell’s book “Melting Point,” which traces an early-twentieth-century effort to resettle Jewish immigrants in Texas (Books, May 5th). But I was puzzled by a line where Schulz states, “The need to find a haven for persecuted Jews is never not urgent; the process of trying to find one is never not disgraceful.” Schulz touches on many such efforts, including one in which the British government proposed donating a swath of Kenya. However, if there is something disgraceful about the Galveston Plan, the focus of Cockerell’s book, Schulz does not allude to it.
Mark Goodman
Cambridge, Mass.
Mark Twain’s Fixations
Lauren Michele Jackson, in her review of Ron Chernow’s biography of Mark Twain, deftly enumerates Twain’s enthusiasms, including the more discomfiting ones (Books, May 5th). Her discussion of the young girls he professed to “collect” late in life, whom he referred to as “angelfish,” put me in mind of his obsession with another young woman: Joan of Arc.
In his final years, Twain was positively besotted with the late-medieval French heroine. In 1896, he published a massive historical novel centered on her life, “Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc, by the Sieur Louis de Conte.” Its detractors did not deter him from returning to Joan: in 1904, he published the essay “Saint Joan of Arc,” in Harper’s—still one of the most exhilarating pieces of writing about her—in which he called her “easily and by far the most extraordinary person the human race has ever produced.”
Joan Hinde Stewart
Durham, N.C.
Talking Trash
I was delighted by Diego Lasarte’s article about inspectors checking that landlords are adhering to New York City’s new composting laws (The Talk of the Town, May 5th). I was particularly happy to read that the sanitation worker Thomas Crespo, after digging through a trash bin barehanded, said, “Soap and water will do.” For years, I’ve been advocating for the proper separation of recycling, and I have been disturbed by people’s aversion to touching their own garbage. And don’t get me started on antibacterial soap, which always comes in plastic packaging—an environmental nightmare—and has been shown to promote antibiotic-resistant bacteria. It was heartening to read that there are city employees fighting this battle with much more equanimity than I.
Ingrid Good
Berkeley, Calif.
Birds of Brooklyn
I want to thank Ian Frazier for his article about pigeons in New York City (“Pigeon Toes,” May 12th & 19th). When I was young, in the nineteen-forties, my father raised pigeons on the rooftop of our walkup, in Brooklyn. He worked at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and after dinner, while my mother was busy with my newborn twin siblings, my father and I would go to our roof, and I’d watch him take care of his pigeons. I remember seeing him flag down a stray by waving a pole with one of the twin’s diapers on the end. If he attracted a stray, he’d cut the ring off its leg and add one of his own, like in a marriage ceremony. One day, he gave me my own pigeon, placing it in my hands—I could feel its heartbeat—and showing me how to handle it without disturbing its feathers.
Evelyn Livingston
Camas, Wash.
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